The Consequences of Swimming

Rated: M

Summery: What does Catherine Willows, black panties, and a pool have in common? Sara Sidle and Greg Sanders are about to find out.

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Chapter Two: She Wouldn't Touch Him With A Ten Foot Pole

She stretched her fingers as the light of the laptop consumed the dark room. The old tattered couch leaned against the wall with the fair sized TV in opposite corner. The old bookcase, caked with dust and shaky from old age, stood in the same spot as it had for at least twenty years now. The antique wooden desk and chair sat against the wall, with photographs of old, but not forgotten, memories cluttered around the computer like every other vacant area. Pictures of a beautiful brunette with a gap in her teeth, donning a cream wedding dress and a small bump at her tummy. A blond, tall, lean man sporting a black tuxedo, fingers threaded together as the other pushed a piece of sweet wedding cake to their mouth. Another, where the brunette kissed off the icing on his mouth, not so sure if the cake was sweeter, or he was.

Pictures, of people, different times in life with the same best friends together, surrounding each other. They were the only things that kept her memories alive now days. Catherine and Gil had passed now, Gil at least forty years ago with Catherine on the border line of 35. Warrick had lost Tina six years ago and now in a nursing home, because of his heart condition, was unable to live alone. Nick, other than herself, was the only one in good health.

Now days, once a month, Nick would come from Texas, they would get Warrick and visit the diner. Three empty spots, with three untouched plates they left, in the warming memories the ones before them.

It had been twenty years since she felt his warm body beside her, twenty years since she tasted that strange mixture of cinnamon, chocolate and Blue Hawaiian laced on his lips. And no matter how much her fingers ached, she kept typing for him.

The next thing Sara knew she was pulled from the concrete and compacted with the chlorine pool water. As Las Vegas was in the middle of the desert, and at night it fell to below freezing temperatures. Sara had been lucky that tonight, the middle of the summer and today had risen to above 100 degrees, the pool wasn't exactly freezing. But when her body impacted with the water, it felt like freezing rain drenched all over her.

She rose above the water, taking a deep gasp of air, and ignored the stinging sensation in her nose. She tried to send a pissed off glare toward his way, but failed miserably as she, somehow, doubled over in uncontrollable fits of laughter.

"I hate you," she whined as she danced around slightly in the shallow end of the pool.

"No you don't," he teased. "You love me."

"Really, you think so?" she asked raising her eyebrows.

"I don't think so," he started, "I know so."

"Really? Well how do you feel about this?"

And she launched herself at him, sending them both underwater.

"Catherine! Turn on the light, I can't see!" Nick hissed as he peered into the darkness.

"Oh and like I can!" she snapped.

"Stop fighting and turn on the light please!" Warrick pleaded.

"Were not fighting!" they hissed together.

Suddenly the lights blinked on and Nick looked over to see Grissom shaking his head by the light switch. Catherine mumbled thanks as she ran up the stairs and Warrick, Grissom and himself plopped down on the leather couch. Nick glanced around his surroundings. Catherine, after Sam died leaving her his fortune, she decided to buy a larger home so her mother, Lindsey, and herself could live together comfortably.

Pictures of Lindsey, her mother, Sam and Catherine lined the walls beside the steps. Flowers, vases, baskets and Longaburger pottery decorated the room. They were a large bookcase on the near side of the room, cluttered with books, scientific and romance novels, magazines. On the top two selves were picture frames, with candid moments of the many nights of goofing off after shift.

Nick stood in front of the book shelf, admiring the moments they had shared together. On the far left, was a photo of Catherine, Warrick, Grissom in the backdrop, Sara, Greg and himself surrounding the break room with glasses of champagne. He remembered the day well, it was the day Greg became an official CSI. In the photo he was pouring Cath' another glass while Greg and Sara were embraced in another hug. Greg had a smile on his face that looked like a kid on Christmas.

"Admiring?" she asked as she slipped behind him.

"Yeah, remember that day that Greg made CSI?"

"Yeah, Ecklie got pissed because we were celebrating."

'That was a great day. Greg looked so happy," he mused.

"But I don't think it was because he made CSI somehow," she teased.

"I don't think so either. I think they are good for each other," he started. "Hey Griss what do you think about Greg and Sara?"

Grissom looked over a Nick, pausing for a moment in an awkward silence. It wasn't anything new to them though; Grissom had been this way about Sara for a while now. After Sara broke it off with him, he had barely talked about her, or even looked at her. They all pressed him to get over her, because she had moved on. So should he.

"What about them?" he asked, finally speaking.

"As a ... Couple," Warrick explained.

"Greg and Sara? Together?"

They all nodded seriously just before Grissom started to chuckle.

"She wouldn't touch Greg with a ten foot pole."

"I don't know Griss," Warrick started. "Good ole' Greggo can lay down some pretty smooth moves."

"Never the less, I know Sara and she is attracted to mature men. It would never work."

"Yeah sure Gil," Warrick said amused.

SPLASH

Nick jerked his head toward the back door, where the loud sound had came from. Catherine was first to move toward the door. She let out a little giggle and smiled like mad. Curious, Nick walked toward the door. The sight made him double over in laughter, causing him have to clutch his sides and breathe slowly to try hard to stop. Soon they all crowded the door, giggling, save Gil of course, whom they all had made sure wasn't near the glass door.

"Your so right Gil," Catherine giggled, "She wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole."

"Yeah," Warrick agreed. "You know Sara so well."

"She seems to be doing pretty good without the pole buddy," Nick teased patting his muttering boss on the back.

"I think Greg is finally winning her over," Warrick whispered.

"I am so glad I talked Greg into this!" Catherine squealed.

"Matchmaker Cath'?"

"What?" she asked as her boss stood staring at her. "Someone had to do it!"

"Did he know we would be here?" Nick asked.

"No."

Suddenly Cath let out a gasp, but Nick didn't get to see anything. Because slowly but surly, her hands were placed over their eyes and they backed away from the door.

The water flooded them as she wriggled above him, grasping onto his shoulder to push him down further in the water. Sadly, Sara being a small person, was unable to keep control of her revenge. She ended up being flipped over and his arms wrapped around her underneath the surface. She twisted, kicked and turned playfully to try to get out of his grasp. She giggled, letting water bubbles float to the top as he poked her sides.

When they emerged from the water, their bodies soaked, yet warm to the touch from the close proximity of each other. Their faces was red as the laughed, unaware of the fact they were still wrapped in the other's arms. They seemed, to every on looker who might have been peeking out their windows, like they were having the time of their lives.

And indeed, they were.

Sara looked up into those hazel eyes, with a new found respect for him. Although what they were doing, in her mind now, was against the law, she didn't care. He brought something out in her that was so different it almost scared her.

He brought out a real person.

Not a woman so immersed in her work she didn't have a life. Not a woman who was lonely and all she had to do were listen to police scanners at night. Not a woman scared to live, but a woman who was fun and full of life. A person, who was happy.

A person so different than the one she had always known herself to be.

The next action, for whatever reason, was beyond her mind capacity. Maybe it was because how close they had grown over the past few months, maybe it was because a spur of hormones, maybe because she was having the best time of her life. But for whatever reason it was, she would have never guessed that it was because of an infatuation she had buried since the moment she met Greg Sanders.

For whatever reason, she kissed him.

His lips were sweet, tasting of a mixture of chocolate and cinnamon. Soft and warm from the very first, to the very last taste. They locked together, in a need, a want for something more from each other. Their bodies craved to cross that invisible line.

She paused, letting the memory overwhelm her. The sweetness of their first taste was the most distinct memory in her mind, of course followed by their actions afterward. She chuckled slightly, how young, awkward and denying they were at first. So new to the experience of true young love, the connection of soul mates.

The phone began to buzz beside her and she saved the document entitled The Consequences of Swimming.

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